She walked into the room, kimono
shimmering. It was one of those chill February evenings, and ennui
ruled the house. We'd cleared away the dishes, done the domestic chores and the TV was dull-eyed. We'd laughed at our Purity Test
scores and settled to an evening of reading and relaxation. I sensed her distraction.
"So what's the big deal about licking eyeballs?", she'd asked.
"No idea. Anyway, you know how squeamish I am about eyes". We both laughed. A day or so earlier, I'd helped her remove a contact lens, and had to sit down afterwards.
"I'm still puzzling out why it should be erotic". Now she looked at me in that way.
"It sounds awful, doesn't it?"
She laughed. "Better to give or receive?"
I shrugged and smiled. She sat next to me.
I began by kissing her face, eyebrows and eyelids, and then licked across her lid before she opened her eye. I gently ran my tongue over her eyeball - it felt cool, smooth and firm. She said it felt good, I did it again, then licked her other eye.
We played around for a while, and then she asked if I wanted to try. I agreed, and she kissed around, blew on and then gently licked my eye. For me, it felt uncomfortable, and when we discussed it all later, she certainly seemed to have enjoyed it a lot more than me - I found it neither completely distasteful nor erotic.
For her, she said, it was a thing of great intimacy and trust, but I think it says something that she never asked me to perform it again. Since then, research on the 'net and discussions with others draws me to believe that the licking of eyeballs is enjoyed and practiced more by women than men. What this says about the practice, I have no idea - perhaps those wired differently may enjoy it more.